For my sis juijeevanjagtap

Under broken roofs,
Lay down broken minds,
Who search for a comfort of kind,
Their love fro him bind.

Then you have the cherishers,
The ones I call party crashers,
For they search for an epic dasher,
As their love for him bind.

Because he's the man of melody,
Those bickering voices never a parody,
Regardless who they are; where they are,
His words bring a force together.

Within his words,
There the beat of their hearts,
When he screams,
His agony punctured in our hearts.

Our words may hold no sense,
But his hand played notes need no lens,
To show us what he means,
For he helps every heart redeem.

There's a rhythm and a beat,
Every cold heart burned in heat,
The scorched cusps will meet,
For the man of melody.

So when I tell you to bring your hands together,
Hold out your hearts further forever,
For the one and only man,
For the man of melody.